#lds headcanons

[prettyobsessed]

LDS boys x tomboyish reader

🦢𖥔 ۫Friendship & Unexpected Feelings ₊ ♪ ˚. 𐙚

this is my very first request, and i want to thank you so much for sending it in! out of respect, i didn't include any smut in your request because i wasn't sure if you're a minor, and there wasn't any indication that you wanted smut. but still, i hope you like this one!♡

✧. ┊/ pairings: (LDS boys) Rafayel, Xavier, Zayne x tomboyish f!reader ˚ ༘♡ ˚ / genre: slice-of-life friendship [sfw, safe for minors] ₊˚ / tags: comfort read, headcanons, fanfiction, gaming, personality appreciation, comedy, best friends, slow burn, romantic drama, contemporary fiction, self-discovery, slice-of-life, unexpected feelings, feelings for best friends, might have a continuation, comedy ✿ / word count: 2.7k words — Warning: Story contains swear words, please take note! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ —

As someone who had experienced the sting of a failed relationship, I knew firsthand the ache of heartbreak. My lack of experience and my innate tendency to be a 'hopeless romantic' were often cited as the reasons for its demise—a painful reminder of love's complexities.

However, amidst the ruins of a failed romance, I found solace and genuine happiness in the unbreakable bond shared with my best friends: Rafayel, Xavier, and Zayne. Over the years, their infectious personalities and idiosyncratic habits had gradually rubbed off on me, molding me into a more laid-back and tomboyish version of myself.

Despite having the knowledge and ability to dress femininely and meticulously care for my appearance, I found solace and authenticity in dressing down. Jeans and flannels became my signature attire, offering a sense of comfort and familiarity in a world fraught with expectations. One cherished pastime that solidified our bond was our shared love for gaming, particularly the adrenaline-fueled battleground of CS:GO. Whether day or night, we would convene from the comfort of our respective homes, united by the glow of our screens and the thrill of virtual combat.

"Z, what the fuck are you doing?!" Rafayel's voice rang out, a mix of concern and frustration evident as Zayne struggled to perform well.

Amidst the chaos of enemy territory, I urgently signalled to my teammates, "On me, on me, on me," alerting them to the imminent threat nearby.

With Xavier's decisive shot, our team emerged triumphant, and a wave of celebration swept over us, filling the room with jubilant shouts and sounds of triumph.

Amidst the highs and lows of our gaming sessions, we discovered a sanctuary and reprieve from the complexities of the outside world, weaving memories that would linger far beyond the final kill.

At times, I mused over the intricate dynamics of our friendship. The presence of three close male companions brought both excitement and solace, each contributing their own quirks to our group dynamic.

Within our close-knit circle, trivial disputes and negativity held no sway, fostering an environment where genuine companionship thrived unencumbered. Encircled by my unwavering allies, I reveled in the simple joys of camaraderie and the enduring warmth of genuine friendship. ••• The following day, feeling the need for a wardrobe refresh, I enlisted Rafayel's assistance, grateful that he was available. We ventured into the bustling streets, the sunlight casting a warm glow on the storefronts. Stepping into the store, the scent of new fabrics greeted us, and racks of clothes beckoned from every corner.

For nearly two hours, we lost ourselves in the aisles, pulling out garments of all colours and styles. Rafayel, with his discerning eye, wrinkled his nose at most of my selections, insisting I try on the pieces he deemed worthy.

"This one's a definite no," he declared, holding up a bright floral dress that clashed with his taste.

I shot Rafayel a tired look and shook my head as I discarded the dress. "Okay? Fine, your turn to pick something for me then."

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Rafayel disappeared into the racks, emerging moments later with an armful of clothes he deemed suitable.

"Trust me, you'll thank me later," he teased, handing me the pile.

I rolled my eyes playfully, but curiosity got the best of me as I headed to the fitting room, ready to see what he had in store. ••• The fluorescent lights of the dressing room cast a soft glow over the array of clothes strewn about. After spending what felt like hours trying on various outfits, I finally settled on a few pieces that Rafayel had picked out. As I admired myself in the mirror, I realised that his taste wasn't so bad after all. Grabbing my phone, I snapped a few quick shots of the outfits I liked and sent them to our group chat, eager to get Xavier and Zayne's opinions too.

"Y'know, you actually look good in all of the outfits you picked. Even with jeans and t-shirts. I just like teasing you," Rafayel admitted with a sheepish grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief. I couldn't help but chuckle at his confession, relieved that my fashion sense hadn't completely failed me. With a playful swish of the fabric, I twirled in front of the mirror, admiring how the dress draped elegantly over my frame. He thinks I look good? The thought danced through my mind, a pleasant surprise amidst our playful banter.

"You're not getting off that easy," I teased back, shooting him a mock glare before breaking into a smile. Rafayel's grin softened into a gentle smile at my reaction, his eyes reflecting a genuine warmth as he observed my bashful response. "Seriously though, you've got great taste. You don't need my approval," he added, his tone reassuring. ••• On a crisp afternoon bathed in sunlight, I embarked on a journey to explore the hidden corners of the city by myself, my camera poised to capture the allure of undiscovered beauty. Lost in the enchanting scenery, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder, and as I turned around, I was met with the captivating gaze of a stranger. With his tousled brown hair and piercing hazel eyes, he exuded an irresistible charm that instantly drew me in. "Are you new around here?" he inquired, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity. 

Affirming his assumption, I nodded, prompting him to respond with a compliment: "I thought so, I've never seen you before. You're really pretty." His words sent a flutter through my heart, and as he introduced himself as Alex, he graciously offered me his number before bidding farewell.

As I continued my solitary exploration of the city, the encounter with Alex lingered in my thoughts, his charismatic presence leaving an indelible impression. Despite the warmth of the sun overhead, a newfound excitement coursed through me, fuelled by the possibility of new connections in this unfamiliar terrain.  Our exchanges of messages had been ongoing since our serendipitous encounter, each conversation deepening the intrigue I felt toward the enigmatic stranger. ••• A typical Saturday saw my apartment bustling with the familiar energy of camaraderie as the boys gathered for our customary hangout session.

Xavier lounged comfortably on my lap, reading his book, while Rafayel and Zayne engaged in an intense round of Apex Legends. Glancing at my phone, I noticed a message from Alex inviting me out for coffee. Excitement bubbled within me at the prospect of a date, and in my haste, I jumped up, accidentally causing Xavier to topple over the couch. Ouch!" Xavier exclaimed, his sudden fall disrupting the otherwise tranquil atmosphere. With a startled yelp, he flailed his arms, desperately trying to regain his balance, but only managing to knock over a pile of magazines in the process. Pages fluttered through the air like confetti, adding a whimsical touch to the chaotic scene.

Rifling through my wardrobe, I deliberated over what to wear for the occasion. After much contemplation, I settled on a denim skirt paired with a white frilled sleeveless top. Taking extra care with my makeup and hair, I aimed to impress Alex, despite feeling a tad uneasy in the unfamiliar attire.

Just as I was about to step out, Rafayel's knock interrupted my preparations. Opening the door, I welcomed his scrutiny with a hint of apprehension. "Do I look okay? Be honest," I asked, hoping for reassurance. His puzzled expression quickly shifted to scrutiny as he eyed my outfit. "Where are you off to? We just got here? And what is that?" he questioned, pointing at my attire.

With a slight pout, I defended my choice of outfit, the fabric of my mini denim skirt swaying gently with my movements. Xavier, still half-asleep, his hair tousled and a little messy, chimed in with a mumbled observation about my seldom-seen skirt. "I've never seen you in that skirt before. Is it new?" he mumbled, his words laced with curiosity.

“Yeah, no shit. She never wears these kinds of outfits when she’s with us,” Rafayel replied, his tone tinged with skepticism.

The banter continued as Zayne joined in, his eyes scanning my attire with curiosity. “With whom are you going out?” he asked, his interest piqued. When I revealed my plans to go out with a guy I met at a cafe, Xavier's concern was palpable, prompting Rafayel to demand a wardrobe change.

“Okay, yep, nope. Sit your ass back down and change back into your regular clothes,” Rafayel demanded, his protective instincts kicking in.

“Bruh, let her go, she can dress however she wants. Besides, she looks… good,” Xavier interjected, coming to my defense.

“Oh, I’m sooooo sorry for wanting to look out for her?!” Rafayel retorted sarcastically, tension rising between them.

Now they’re both bickering, their voices escalating as Rafayel inches closer, attempting to deter me from going out. “Both of you—please shut up,” Zayne sighed, his finger massaging his temple.

“Fine. Whatever. Have fun! Be home by 8, sweetie! No later!” Rafayel's sarcastic tone echoed behind me as I headed out the door.

Unfazed, I playfully stuck out my tongue in defiance, determined to follow through with my plans. Excitement and nerves intertwined as I stepped out into the evening, eager to see where this unexpected encounter with Alex would lead. ••• As I approached the bustling coffee shop, my senses were bombarded with the sights and sounds of the crowded scene. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, blending with the melodic hum of conversation and the rhythmic clinking of cups. Amidst the throng of people, I spotted a familiar figure with his back turned – it was Alex, engrossed in a phone call. Maintaining a discreet distance to avoid detection, I couldn't help but overhear snippets of his conversation amidst the bustling ambiance. With each word, a sinking feeling gnawed at my heart, and a sense of betrayal washed over me like a tidal wave. "Yeah, bro, I'm gonna make her sleep with me tonight," his voice carried over the din. "Yeah, she's probably easy. She's on her way here now. I'll play the lost wallet card and let her pick up the tab. Classic move, right? Haha. Catch you later."

As the weight of his words settled upon me, a mix of emotions swirled within – betrayal, anger, and disbelief intertwining like a tumultuous storm. The reality of his intentions struck me like a heavy blow, leaving me reeling in shock and dismay.

With a heavy heart, I quietly turned away from the scene, my mind racing with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The encounter had shattered any illusions I had about Alex, revealing his true colours in stark contrast to the charming facade I once admired. As I walked away, a bitter taste lingered in my mouth, tainting the once-promising prospect of our interaction with deception and manipulation. Hah. What a douchebag.

Anger simmered beneath the surface, but there was also a strange sense of relief—relief that I had uncovered Alex's true intentions before things went any further. With growing disillusionment, I found myself losing faith in men, specifically men like Alex. Why hadn't I listened to Rafayel's warnings? It was a question that echoed in my mind, taunting me with its hindsight wisdom.

Returning home, I was met with the unexpected sight of all three of them lounging on the couch, their faces a mix of surprise and curiosity as I entered. Rafayel, ever the joker, couldn't resist making a quip. “Oh, back so soon? Didn't know it was a speed dating," he joked, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. But Xavier's quick intervention halted his words in their tracks, recognising the storm in my eyes. Zayne, usually the silent observer, watched Rafayel with a sharp gaze, sensing the tension in the air.

"Don't talk to me," I managed to utter, my voice thick with emotion as I pushed past them and retreated to the sanctuary of my room.

Collapsing onto my bed, the weight of disappointment and hurt bore down on me, and the floodgates opened, releasing the tears I had been holding back. Rafayel, Xavier, and Zayne knocked on my door, their concern palpable through the wood. "Give me a minute," I managed to choke out, needing to gather myself before facing them. After what felt like an eternity, I emerged from my room to find them waiting outside, a protective barrier of support.

"Hey, uh, wanna grab some ramen nearby?" Rafayel suggested, his voice gentle yet reassuring, cutting through the heavy silence like a beacon of warmth. His eyes, usually filled with mischief, now held a softness that mirrored the concern etched on his face. Xavier nodded in agreement, his expression mirroring Rafayel's empathy. "Yeah, a warm bowl of ramen might be just what you need right now," he chimed in, his voice a comforting undertone amidst the turmoil of emotions swirling around us.

Zayne, typically the quietest of us all, offered a supportive nod, his eyes conveying a silent solidarity. "It's always comforting to have your company," he remarked, his gaze softening as he directed a reassuring smile my way. ••• As we sat slurping noodles at the ramen stall, the aroma of savoury broth filled the air, enveloping us in a comforting embrace amidst the bustling street. With each tale of my encounter with Alex, the steam from our bowls seemed to echo the rising tension within our group. "Do you want me to beat up that jerkface?" Rafayel offered, his tone a mix of jest and genuine concern, his eyes flickering mischievously. I chuckled softly at his offer. "Yeah, I can join in," Xavier added, leaning in with a playful glint in his eyes. He noticed a stray noodle nestled in the corner of my lips and instinctively brushed it away with his thumb, his smile warming my heart. But before I could react, Rafayel interjected with a mischievous grin. "Move over, (your name), it's my turn," he teased, his mischievous side shining through as he mimicked Xavier's gesture. Delicately placing a small noodle on the corner of his own mouth, he grinned mischievously.

With a chuckle and a playful eye roll from me, I opted to flick his nose instead, contributing to the lighthearted atmosphere of our gathering.

Turning my attention to Zayne, I noticed a quiet contemplation in his expression, a subtle tension beneath his calm exterior. His gaze shifted between me and his bowl of ramen, a silent dialogue unfolding within him.

“You okay, Z?" I inquired softly, sensing his internal struggle.

He hesitated for a moment before finally breaking the silence. Placing his bowl down, he gave me a gentle head pat.

“...You know, you’re perfectly fine just the way you are. Don't feel pressured to change your appearance for other people but yourself,” his words, though simple, resonated deeply within me, serving as a gentle reminder of the unwavering support and acceptance within our circle. With a smile, I expressed my gratitude, thanking him for his encouraging words.

“Okay, bro, you can stop patting her,” Rafayel interjected, breaking the moment.

Zayne cleared his throat, and resumed eating, seemingly to alleviate the awkward tension in the room. As his words settled in my heart, I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me, reaffirming my sense of self-worth and empowerment. ••• After our late dinner, we strolled back to my apartment, the city lights casting a gentle glow on the sidewalks. Along the way, Rafayel couldn't resist his usual teasing, his playful jabs punctuated by bursts of laughter. In a moment of clumsiness, I accidentally elbowed him too hard, causing him to yelp in pain. Xavier chuckled at Rafayel's misfortune, offering a playful "Serves you right," as he fist-bumped me in solidarity. 

Meanwhile, Zayne, ever the silent observer, couldn't suppress his amusement, quietly chuckling at the banter unfolding before him.

As their laughter filled the air, I found myself falling behind, enveloped in a profound sense of gratitude. Despite the playful banter, I couldn't shake the depth of connection we shared.

A sudden realisation began to dawn on me. My heartbeat quickened, a whirlwind of emotions stirring inside, my gaze shifting between the three of them. Panic seized me as I grappled with the truth, the weight of my feelings crashing over me like a tidal wave.

"No. No. No. This can't be happening. Why is my heart racing like this?" I murmured to myself, halting in my tracks. The revelation unleashed a maelstrom of conflicting feelings, engulfing me in a tempest of uncertainty.

Could it be? Am I starting to have feelings for my best friends? —by prettyobsessed⋆˚✿˖° Editor's notes: i hope you like it! i left it open-ended for your interpretation. feel free to request for more! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

[zoestorm]

Consider the following:

[Image description: Four Star Trek: Lowed Decks characters, paired with Pride flags: Beckett Mariner is paired with the bisexual flag; D'Vana Tendi is paired with the transgender and pansexual flags; T'Lyn is paired with the lesbian flag; and Bradward Boimler is paired with the asexual flag. End ID.]

[xjulixred45x]

Lotor x Pearl!GN! Reader

Request: Now that the requests are open I want to do one about Voltron (again), about Lotor headcanons with a reader who is like a pearl from Steven Universe, who probably was a "gift" from his governess, I imagine that reader @ is a very scared but sweet person who is afraid of disappointing Lotor and that he will throw them away because of that (traumas from the past before meeting him). I just want some comfort from one of my favorite Voltron characters💕

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: Gender neutral

Warnings: allusions/mentions of past abuse, reader at first treated more like an object than a person, fear of abandonment, somewhat confusing timeline for the sake of the plot? HURT with Comfort, Fluff, non-canon ending of Voltron for my sanity :') Lotor What have they done to you?

You come from a very... special planet to say the least.

Especially you were born in a social caste that was considered the lowest, so you were trained all your life to be the future accessory of a powerful person. As bad as it sounded.

This was obviously not a pleasant process, especially with the Garla empire breathing down your planet's neck.

You could say that you got especially ruthless training, the slightest mistake was severely reprimanded, only to know that if you did it in REAL practice you most likely wouldn't come out alive...

Then the Garla Empire took possession of your planet. Everyone was terrified of what could happen, YOU were terrified of what was going to happen to you.

But fortunately? You were given as a personal servant to the Garla, along with many others, in exchange for not destroying the planet completely.

But you were lucky enough that it was your turn to serve the Prince of the Garla, Lotor.

This was before the Paladins intervened, so even when they arrived, this still stood.

To say that you were scared was to say, you were terrified of what was going to happen. What if he was one of those super strict princes? What if he had a bad temper? What if he got angry with you and got physical? And If it hurts you? Or worse?

You set out to be as correct and upright as possible for this new position, apparently you would be a gift, well, maybe you don't have to do much, you can do this.

Dayak barely talks to you, although the first time you meet her is only so she can give you a checkup to make sure you live up to her expectations, and fortunately you are and she seems very satisfied.

Before meeting this "Lotor" she gives you a tour of the Garla main ship in a vague way so that you become familiar with everything and thus adapt quickly before seeing Lotor. The ship is GIANT so it takes a while.

Although at least with this you can hear some people talking and whispering about Lotor, apparently the winner of the "Kral Zera", the first Half-Blood emperor and Zarkon's heir...someone to have fear apparently.

Let's just say they didn't make you feel much better.

But at the end of the day you finally meet him. Is he together with what appear to be the paladins of Voltron? And Dayak makes his presence quite noticeable (poor paladin Blue and especially yellow).

Before retiring, Dayak introduced you to Lotor, as his new personal assistant, to serve him in any way he wanted.

To your surprise, Lotor seemed just as off guard as you, it seems that he had forgotten the deal with the Kral Zera matter, it is understandable, but it was especially shocking when he apologized to you because he could not introduce himself properly, since he had a VERY busy day with the Voltron thing...

....weren't you supposed to come help him with that? What Quiznak?

You tried to tell him that, that you could help him manage that, but he said no! That for now he could handle himself well, but that you should give him time to think of something for you...

okay that was VERY strange

But a nice strange? Lotor was not like you thought he would be.

Even when he finally did what he had to do with the Paladins and Princess Allura (love of a person), he still treated you with a respect you weren't used to.

you were mainly in charge of his agenda with the other Garla leaders and works like that, together with the Paladins and Princess Allura, etc. It wasn't a heavy job, but it required attention to detail and you definitely went out of your way to make it perfect.

And contrary to what you thought, you received some recognition from your, so to speak, Boss (because Lotor hated it when you called him "master" or "owner"), Lotor was grateful that you helped him and that you were so diligent, He let you know when he kept you up to date.

You could even have conversations with him! It wasn't something you had been prepared for in the least, but it was nice, Lotor was someone very intelligent and even had an interesting sarcastic sense of humor. You learned a lot by talking to him.

In turn, Lotor learned more about your species based on his experience with you, although at first it was difficult for him, because you insisted on keeping a certain distance, but he was able to make his way through your walls.

He found you quite pleasant and even charming! Lotor always tried to see other species with equal respect, and for you to see him from such a high place (without the need for violence, just doing his job) made him feel very good about himself.

And the feeling was mutual.

It made you feel calmer about all of this, that everything was going better than you thought. You had ended up with an owner--ahem, Boss- who was nicer than you expected and everything seemed fine--

But then you made a MISTAKE.

You were trying to get used to one of the controls on Lotor's main ship and out of nowhere the controls stopped working. They didn't respond, didn't work and seemed glitched.

You realized that you had pressed the wrong places (used to the mothership controls) and that you had "messed up" this one.

But all you could think about was the trouble you'd get into with Lotor.

Oh no oh no oh no What am I going to do? What are they're going to do to me? They're going to have to throw me away, right? How can I get through this? What if they kill me? What if--

You were so panicked that when Lotor arrives you don't notice.

And it only makes you even more afraid.

Lotor asks what happened, but he starts checking the console on his own and realizes what happened, he knows what you did--

And you can't stand the urge to cry anymore.

Lotor honestly freaks out, he thought you would have gotten hurt and that's why you were crying so much, but you were apologizing for breaking the console, and saying that you were fine with being replaced with someone more capable as long as please, please don't kill you...

Even if he didn't show it much on the outside (it's a habit up to this point he's sorry for it), it hurt Lotor to see you like this. And even more so for something so small. Is this why you thought he was going to replace you? Kill you?? Although he sees that it's mostly because you've been traumatized before, so he's not offended (at all).

Lotor tries to calm you down, explain to you that it's not a big deal. It's not broken! It just needs to restart! Please don't cry! He's not going to replace you! Much less touch a hair on your head! You are save with him...

He ends up fixing the console to prove his point and you calm down, something like that, both of your emotions are running high.

From there, you are a little more alert for your possible "mistakes" and honestly, Lotor misses how you were before this little incident, now it seems like you are walking on eggshells (Whatever that means? The blue Paladin said it ) when you are around him.

He discovers that he misses talking to you more than he thought, he is not someone who gets attached easily, but finally having someone who respected him as a person and not as Prince Garla and that you are now in this scared state hurts him.

So it does something... surprising.

He asks the Paladins and Allura for help.

Obviously some make fun of him a little ahem LANCE AND PIDGE ahem, but for the most part they try to give him good advice on how to approach the situation, although they all have a common idea.

TALK IT DIRECTLY or let you adjust naturally again (which seemed unlikely without the former).

So he did it, he call you to speak alone.

Sincerely? You almost died of fright. This on your planet was a VERY BAD omen, VERY BAD.

so imagine your surprise when Lotor was REALLY alone when you went to see him, but you still remained nervous, this man could destroy you with just one arm after all.

But Lotor...just talks.

And he gets straight to the point, he does NOT plan to replace you, he does NOT plan to hurt you, he does not want you to think that you are so expendable, especially when he has come to enjoy your company so much, you can rest assured, mistakes happen, we ALL make them, he prefers that you make them. a thousand mistakes to not having you at all.

Being honest? It was quite nice.

And you were able to be more...at peace with yourself after that. Be the sweet assistant again.

If we talk about advanced terms of a romantic relationship, IT'S PURE FLUFF.

Lotor has shown that he doesn't give a shit about race, so he has no problem relating to you even if you're not even half Garla. What if someone has a problem? They won't have it anymore :)

If your planet is still under the control of the Garla, it is most likely that Lotor has forced them to have laws and a more egalitarian legislature, your people have not lived so well in decapheobes! Of course, there are those who are still not used to it and others who are directly against it, but that always happens.

Lotor is patient when it comes to old wizard habits, chances are you'll still be that way! But more as a consort😅

Get ready, now that it is certain that he loves you and that you love him too, there is no escape from affection. Lotor is aware that he's touch-starved, but when you discover through this that YOU'RE touch-starved TOO, it's like, the perfect mix.

Lotor is the most openly affectionate, which helps you gain some courage to do the same, although of course, when it comes to making the other person nervous, you never win (although Lotor MELT inside seeing you try).

Lots of physical contact!! Especially at events with too many people and where you can easily feel overloaded, it's a quick way to calm yourself down and for Lotor to be happy and calm (literally, if they want to calm him down they have to bring you into the room and he's INSTANTLY in a good mood again).

You have a friendship with Allura! She jokingly says that you're too good for Lotor, but in a loving way.

The Paladins don't understand how Quiznak, someone as sweet as you ended up with Lotor. Did they threaten you? Blink twice if so--

Your nature is now a little more curious, you see everything with new eyes, it is something tender for Lotor, for him most of these things are everyday, but for you it is something new and even unique, it is nice.

He also now handles your crises better when PTSD strikes, takes you somewhere spacious, keeps some distance so you can breathe better, and when you recover he is on you for the rest of the day, quite worried.

In general, Lotor sees his partner with equal respect and love regardless of their race, social status or how they met, he loves you regardless of everything or how you perceive yourself. You are his equal, his partner, nothing changes that.

Reblogs, shares and Comments are very welcome!!

[extreme-neutral]

Aight, FHR fandom!! I've a very important question for all of you!

(don't fear the cut, it's not long)

We all know what you find while investigating Ortega and "associates" on "fansites" in Rebirth, right?

RIGHT??

[dreamstormdragon]

Don and Raph are coffee drinkers Leo likes only tea Mikey can’t stand the stuff lol unless he puts cream and sugar in it XD

YES! I love this! To piggyback off this!

Leo got his love of tea from Master Splinter and is the one who makes it exactly how their father likes it.

Raph and Donnie are coffee drinkers and I could see Donnie, absolutely salvaging one of those fancy coffee grinders and making it like new. Raph does like a good cup of tea, since in Touch and Go, he and Mrs. Morrison had a nice evening drinking tea, but he's useless in the morning without coffee on a normal day. Mikey is a hot chocolate man, piled high with whipped cream.

[chloe12801]

I feel like this may be an odd request but I have the biggest crush on Lamar. Could I ask for relationship headcanons for him if you are up for it? SFW and NSFW would be appreciated but totally up to you. I feel like the odd woman out in my love for him lol Thank you!

Lamar Davis Headcannons

TW: non-graphic sexual details

There’s actually quite a few who love Lamar, I’m one of them! If he had more screen time even more people would, imo. He’s a great character and this request was not odd at all! I had fun doing it :)) I hope you enjoy!

- He loves spending time smoking weed in his house with you. It would be one of his favorite date night activities

- Pet names like shawty, lil mama, sweet thang, sexy, and some other reference to you as a person (ex: pumpkin/pumpkin head if you are really into fall/autumn just to be a bit cheeky)

- He’s an ass man, his hands will be all over yours all of the time

- He’s a great roaster, you two will likely have roast sessions where you just go back and forth dissing each other. It’s all in good fun though

- Loves you as much as chop, but not more than him. He’s chop, essentially Lamar’s son, after all

- Will want to share his raps and poems with you, also will be very happy if you’re receptive to his philosophies. No one else really is so it would be a nice change

- Will let you keep one of his hats because you look cuter in it, will be happy to see you wearing it out and about

- You will probably fight about his impulsivity and recklessness that always ends up with him being in danger. You just worry about him and wish he used his brain more in serious situations

- He thinks he’s almost invincible, so he won’t understand why you’re concerned. He thinks he can handle his own even if it’s him against every man in LS

- Lamar is really loyal so if you have any enemies or people you simply don’t like, he’s going to feel that way about them too (unless it’s someone from his circle, in that case he will try to keep the peace between everyone, defending all of you to each other)

- He’s going to want you to be the same way to him, very loyal

- He’s goofy, tries to stay positive, and wants other people to relax more. He will do what he can to make you more like this as well

- For example, if you’re stressed he will joke and try to calm you down with reassurance and positivity

- He can be jealous and petty (just look at the whole employee if the month situation). If someone is coming on to you he’s going to be clingy and have a grudge against them for a long time, even if the grudge just consists of bringing up the situation to the person coming on to you for years

- He’s spiritual and into learning about spiritual types of things. If you like crystals and chakras, for example, he’s going to eat up every word

- He’s good in bed. He doesn’t take it too serious, he makes sure you are having a good time, and his nickname “long dick” isn’t an overcompensation

- I don’t think he has many kinks, perhaps roleplay of wild animals/predator prey situations. He mainly likes trying new positions and paces

- He thinks sex is a spiritual thing, especially if you love the person. He feels like it connects you to higher powers and gives you better energies

- He’ll be honest with you about everything, like if you have something in your teeth. He can be blunt about it, but he doesn’t mean any harm

- He will want a bunch of kids, likes the idea of a little Army of Lamars running around

[mother-ofthe-universedraws]

Hill I will die on: Backupsmore is actually a really good collage.

My headcannon is that it specializes in focusing on students of poor income and learning disabilities. Fiddleford is there because they’re probably the only school in the area that was willing to give him services for his anxiety disorder. The reason everyone thinks it’s a bad school is because everyone looks at that college through an ablest lens cause it was the 60s/70s, and also the school had a budget of like, twelve dollars.

[serial-serializednovelreader]

Any fic or TMBS au headcanons or ideas you want to share? 👀

Ooooo I have so many but I’ll try to limit it a bit!

So for TMBS au headcanons one concept that always entertains me (and I know I've told you this one) is book!Curtain and show!Curtain meeting up (aka L.D. and Nathanial to make my life easier). To me, this is the equivalent of the Doofenshmirtz and Doofenshmirtz-2 meetup in Phineas and Ferb: Across the 2nd Dimension.

They would get along and talk about their plans for world domination for about 5 minutes before L.D realizes that Nathanial actually has a heartTM and when Nathanial asks where SQ is and how he's doing, L.D says "...the Executive...? What about him?" Nathanial then realizes he has to throw hands and it won't end well. He also realizes he has another SQ to take in (who needs it, poor guy!!!).

Another fun AU headcanon with these two is the idea of them as theater kids. It's been talked about a lot, but in my mind, there are different types, as someone who's been around theater kids for a long time (and yes, was one).

Nathanial is definitely an Annoying Theater KidTM. There is no doubt about this. He is the type of theater kid to correct your harmonies (usually in a gratingly nice way), steal the spotlight whenever he can and overall is not a team player. How he was in that one performance as a kid tells me everything I need to know, tbh.

He also will definitely spontaneously sing and dance in the hallways, resulting in several traffic jams. Self-awareness? This guy has none.

However, there is an earnestness to him you can't deny. He loves his craft. He corrects your harmonies for the betterment of the show. He may be annoying, but it's because he wants the show to succeed. Part of the very reason he's annoying is because he's RIGHT. You hate him but also secretly love him. Does he sing "Santa Fe" for every audition? Yes. Does he hit that high note at the end? Also yes. If he doesn't get the lead, you better believe he will do his best as Tree #3. Tree #3 may look like he's doing too much, but really he's just putting his all into it and that comes off as stealing the spotlight.

L.D., on the other hand, is the worst kind of theater kid. He has a Preshow Ritual. It is an hour long and if you interrupt it, you will be dead to him. He constantly argues with the director about why they didn't put him center front in every dance number. He doesn't correct your harmonies, he just sings louder than you so you're not heard. Team player? What do you mean, this is the L.D. Show now there is no team. Anyone not on his side is against him and his clique (as small as it is) will do their best to shun you if you so much as breathe wrong. Heaven help you if you're near him the day the cast list comes out and he doesn't get his desired role...it's not pretty. He practices his monologues a hundred times in front of a mirror to the point of looking over-rehearsed. A real example of this is in TPD when L.D makes his whole villain speech after capturing the kids while circling around them....you cannot tell me he didn't practice that. It was way too choreographed.

This type of theater kid will not rest until he has gotten a lead and even that will not satisfy. Only complete control of his role and the show in it will be enough. He doesn't love the craft per se, he loves the craft done HIS WAY. The only thing saving professional crews from working with him is word-of-mouth about his insufferable personality (one show had the misfortune of picking him as an ensemble character -- he lasted two days before being fired).

So yes, both Curtains are Annoying Theater KidsTM, but annoying in their special ways :)

That got me thinking about what the rest of the MBS gang would do for their extracurricular activities in a high school AU. Because they differ, I'm dividing them by book and show canon. I'm keeping this short, but I can deep dive if y'all have specific questions on why I picked a certain activity for someone.

Book:

Reynie - Book club

Sticky - Mathletes

Kate - Soccer

Constance - Weirdly enough, chess

SQ - Art

Nicholas - Speech/debate

Rhonda - Choir

Number Two - Journalism Club/Yearbook

Milligan - Gardening Club

L.D. - Theater (to everyone's detriment, but at least he didn't pick model UN)

Martina - Girl Scouts (be very afraid)

Jackson + Jillson - Band KidsTM

Ten Men - they aren't in extracurriculars, they are just that gang of bullies the teachers can't stop and have since stopped trying (Crawlings wants to be in the Sewing Club, but McCracken won't let him >:()

Show:

Reynie - again, Book Club

Sticky - Chem Club

Kate - Tetherball

Constance - no extracurriculars, she just sets up a gambling ring in her school after the events of season 2.

SQ - Art :)

Nicholas - Community Service

Rhonda - some sort of Activism club, maybe all of them

Number Two - Woodworking

Milligan - Swim Team

Nathanial - I know he did rowing, but I choose Theater for reasons

Garrison - Neuroscience Club

Martina - Tetherball

Jackson + Jillson - still Band KidsTM

Jeffers - I honestly don't know where Jeffers would thrive best but I would hope he would find a club where the perimeter was secure and his heart was happy :) maybe a nerd group like one about his fave TV show or dance (reblog your headcanon!)

Noland - he would create a Sailing Club

Cannonball - Noland's first mate, of course :)

As for fic ideas, I actually have one I'm working on right now, it's slow progress because it's my first one, but I'm super excited about it. The only hints I will give is that it involves Milligan and Kate and was inspired by a post I saw a while back. Hopefully, it'll be done soon and I can share it with you!

Thank you Bods, this was so much fun to write!!!

[just-jae]

I know this fandom crashed and burned, but overgrown cowboy Keith and his cowboy crush will live in my heart forever.

[sedgewick-gayble]

Any lackadaisy character: *exists*

You and me: TRANS

All characters can be improved with transgenderism! Trust

[empiressmpheadcanons]

If/when Lizzie gets an elytra I hope it's a poptart so she can be nyan cat.

HHFKWJHFEJKR crying

[nobodysdaydreams]

L.D. Curtain in Season 3 of the Mysterious Benedict Society:

[phantombs]

Cường lives in another world. He's here, feels the same rain that everyone else does, the same sun and same springtime wind, too, but that's all where it ends. Walk a mile in his shoes, maybe just an inch even, and most would believe themselves in some inescapable nightmare. Fact is, his world is death on repeat. Even when the days are golden and sweet, flowers fat and full in the fields, Cường always wades languidly in graveyards. He sees bodies about every corner, catches ghosts looming beyond the doorways, and there's so much out there in his surroundings: a woman on the streets and a man in the river – he smells rot, smells fire, and hears agonized, ear piercing cries. It's always like this. He shops for groceries and sees the departed fat with swamp-rot. They wade between the garlic and crates of mandarin, and he bever ever startles. Never even jolts. With foul death mundane, he instead focuses on the fleeting; he more appreciates flowers and birdsong and delicate things.

[reflections-of-mobius]

Type: The Chaos Emeralds Universes: All

Hold onto your fuckin' hats-

General

The only thing that's common between the various versions of the Emeralds that I personally harbor in my universes...is that they're all immense sources of power, and look the same. How they grant that power, their level of sentience, if they have elemental affinities, etc., changes depending on universe.

I'd advise checking my post on how Chaos Energy works per universe before reading this, if you haven't read that yet!

ONWARD!

Sandstorm

The Chaos Emeralds in the Sandstorm universe are very sentient, and are more the balancers of the universe- if you ask them for immense power to right a wrong, then they will force you to harbor the opposing energy as well- whether for a short (but lethal) burst, or a long (but survivable) period.

This was what led Bless to his current state of being a Werehog every night, without fail.- And that was just from borrowing power. In Sonic Unleashed, he tried to use the Emeralds to beat Eggman (at the start of the game) and made a deal with them...to take in the Dark Chaos Energy every night for the rest of his life- transforming into a beast so he could become a superhero when he needed to (so long as all the Emeralds were present).

The Chaos Emeralds of the Sandstorm verse, in essence, are deal makers- and all their deals are technically fair, ensuring that the balance of the universe never falls out. Though Bless got slightly around this deal with Chip and his amulet- which allows Bless to maintain his mind even as a Werehog. Without said amulet, he would go on a wild massacre- focusing on impulse and doing whatever came into his mind until the sun rose.

Enlightened Darkness

The Chaos Emeralds of Enlightened Darkness are not sentient, at all.- They will succumb to the whims of anyone, without making the wish of the user into a monkey's paw, or some sort of 'balancing deal'. These Chaos Emeralds are most like the canon counterparts. They don't have any elemental affinities, and essentially just act as 'wish granters'. Or, as Silver put it in Sonic 06:

"It can turn thoughts into power".

Burnt Soul

The Burnt Soul universe's Chaos Emeralds follow Enlightened Darkness' lead. No differences between these two worlds~ (in that regard).

Wielders of Chaos

The Chaos Emeralds here are vaguely sentient, and have elemental affinities. One can think of them like pets, in terms of overall thought processes- they can only figure out simple things and respond to the emotions of their wielder.

The Chaos Emeralds, unlike in canon where they will just scatter, will scatter in a pattern- each Emerald, once it has bonded to an individual, will scatter somewhere near their wielder. They also hold to the same principles as Enlightened Darkness/Burnt Soul's Chaos Emeralds in how they grant power- one needs merely wish, or think it while holding the Emerald...and if they direct that thought at the gem itself, it will become reality. However, how this occurs depends on the Emerald- since the Emeralds can only manipulate their given element, unless they are all gathered together.

And while it's tempting...the Chaos Emeralds will not force Super/Hyper forms onto all of the wielders- just those who want them at the given time. Of course, when all the wielders are gathered, they must be in agreement about what they want to do with the Emeralds- otherwise, there will be a conflict of elements/Chaos Emeralds, resulting in nothing but a massive explosion that blows everyone back.

[shiveringsoldier]

I don’t want people to tag my Sh*v*r*ng S*ld**r posts with Hen////ry Wil//////son but I also don’t want to make that request :/

[bruisedconscience]

ld+r: god is dead. embrace the suck. we gotta move

Barry: oh they did interview active military for this one

edit: THAT EP DIDNT END WELL FOR ANYBODY